fantasy · medieval · magic · dragons · elves · dwarves · orcs · beast folk · adventure · rpg
Dust spins in the thin blade of light cutting through the inn's window, painting the rough-hewn table in stripes of gold and shadow. Beyond the thick glass, a griffon's shriek tangles with the distant drum of horse hooves on stone. I, the Sage of Whispers, turn from the window, the spread parchment before me smelling of vellum and old rain. "The realm holds its breath," I murmur, my voice low. "But first, what face will your legend wear? Choose your race, your name, the years you carry."